Cutting Corners

Yeah Look I'm just hoping that you miss me Cause I'm really trying bra Always feel like something's missing When I think about us, think about us Yeah I've been living life on faith you know And if you don't know Eagle I hope this song will set you straight you know Yeah Cause I remember when they died on me Same niggas call me back and told me that they proud of me Yeah I mean we all got baggage It's a long drive to heaven and I'm just tryna put some gas in It breaks my heart when I call my mom to come and see me Cause, she thinks I got money now since she see me on the tv, but She never seems to believe me when I tell her it's not that easy, but I guess we'll figure that out, yeah Too many people leave the world without changing it And when I realised I wasn't perfect Was the same time I started embracing it Yeah I love your flaws stop erasing it And you got problems homie So start facing it Yeah And stop jogging and start racing it Cause life is long nja yam So stop pacing it When you pack your gun Don't forget to pack your bible too Cause I remember times when I was suicidal too It's okay to lose your temper my nigga It's okay to roll some weed and get on your level my nigg It's okay ( It'll be okay, it's okay You get on your knees and you pray And you thank God for this day Both parents don't think I'm grateful enough And I hope I don't lose her Tryna be faithful enough Yeah My sister's always worried about what Shane's gonna say I seen her poppin pills to make the pain go away She thinking bout the sun to make the rain go away And she looking at the rope to make the blame go away I'm just hoping that you miss me Cause I'm really trying bra Always feel like something's missing When I think about us, think about us Yeah I'm losing weight cause I'm not eating the same And I got bags under my eyes Cause I'm not sleeping the same Yeah Tryna bring revelation and shit And shout out all my niggas getting educated and shit Yeah And shout out all my niggas with their 9 to 5 jobs Who still think about their dreams when they got some time off Yeah You hate your job but its better than being broke And working minimum wage Just to stay afloat Your lifes gotta be worth more than R50 an hour And when you turn to crime They call you a coward Yeah That's just how it goes these days I pray to God I'm blessed And that my art still pays